Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Damn it!"

At this moment, Zhang Su, hiding in a dark corner, was covered in cold sweat. He never expected Yuwen to pull something like this now. He had almost forgotten about King Yama and the Yama Corps, but it turned out Yuwen had been brooding over it all along!

"Old Yu, oh Old Yu, the older you get, the crazier you become. It’s like pushing a duck onto a perch!"

Zhang Su was helpless. Now that the name had been shouted out, even if they took out everyone from the Survivor Alliance and Apocalypse Corps, the news would spread. Not to mention elsewhere, Qin City would definitely know there’s a Yama Corps on Celestial Horse Island, and their leader is King Yama...

Starting from today, even if he isn’t King Yama, he’s become King Yama!

Yuwen, sitting in the car, was about to speak again after consecutive calls when the other side finally responded.

"I am Wu Baokang, the Captain of the Guard for the Survivor Alliance. We came today intending to visit King Yama on Celestial Horse Island. Since it was late, we decided to rest in town and set off early tomorrow. We would appreciate it if you could clarify your corps’ rules to avoid any misunderstandings!"

Wu Baokang’s deep and robust voice broke through the silence. He didn’t want to end up like those three from the Little Eagle Association, getting inexplicably taken out.

For some reason, when the title of King Yama came out of Yuwen’s mouth, Zhang Su found it unbearably pretentious. But when opposing forces shouted it, it really did feel quite formidable.

"Our rules are quite simple. If all of you lay down your weapons, we’ll have a chance to talk properly. We ask you to abide by our rules."

Yuwen’s tone was not overly harsh, but combined with the line of cars, the dark gun barrels, and the glaring lights, it seemed aggressive.

Yet, even so, the Survivor Alliance and the other two groups weren’t easy targets. They knew that handing over their weapons was tantamount to putting their lives in the other party’s hands—no different from accepting execution.

"Friends of the Yama Corps, your demands are too extreme. We are afraid it might be difficult to agree. Instead, why not send a representative to talk? I believe the process will be very smooth!"

While Wu Baokang responded to Yuwen, he and the other two groups were in close communication.

The three factions were divided into two camps regarding how to handle the situation in front of them. The Survivor Alliance and Civilization Guardian would rather die standing than live kneeling, while Apocalypse Corps had a very clear idea: better to stay alive, surrender quickly and ensure safety...

Just as the three parties were at an impasse, there was silence outside, as if the other side was considering something. This suited the Survivor Alliance and the others just fine, hoping to take longer to develop an effective solution.

Unfortunately, time wasn’t that generous. About a minute or so later, the loudspeaker outside sounded again.

"Sorry, there’s no room for negotiation with the Yama Corps’ rules. Do you intend to shoot at our vehicles? I advise you not to try a pyrrhic victory, as that’s mere fantasy! Because while you may die, the net won’t break. Don’t believe me? Just watch!"

Yuwen’s voice remained calm. Regarding emotional management on Celestial Horse Island, he was at the forefront, followed closely by Ju Mumio, who had just joined the camp recently.

Yet, behind the calm voice lay a thunderous strike. As the word "watch" fell, a thunderous explosion accompanied by the sound of concrete collapsing occurred just five rooftops south of the Survivor Alliance’s location, extremely shocking at night.

The scene was left with the echoes of the explosion and the rumbling collapse of the building...

"This street is full of bombs. We can make any shop explode. Do you want to try the power of our Yama Corps’ bombs with your flesh and blood?"

Yuwen timed it perfectly. Just as the roar subsided, his voice sounded, seamlessly connecting.

The scene fell into silence, with only the gentle wind sweeping over the town, raising a slight dust, and the soft hum of engines.

"How can there be bombs? Celestial Horse Island is still seven or eight kilometers away, how could there be bombs buried here..."

The Survivor Alliance people immediately voiced their doubts.

In their understanding, seven or eight kilometers would span the entire Qin City District, so who could reach so far?

Unfortunately, they hadn’t considered the actual situation in the northern suburbs. From the south at Chuhai River Bridge up to the north past Qing County, there were traces of Celestial Horse Island people...

"Did you find where the bombs are?"

"Can’t find them; maybe it’s C4 explosives mixed into the walls, how to find those..."

The Civilization Guardian’s reaction differed from the Survivor Alliance; they attempted to locate the bomb position, trying to disarm it!

Meanwhile, the Apocalypse Corps members were stupefied, five people pale-faced.

Not only were the fifteen people hiding among the shops terrified by the explosion’s impact, but the people of Celestial Horse Island also looked at each other in surprise.

"My god, when did we bury so many bombs in Beidong Town?"

"Brother Su’s stroke of genius, perhaps... It’s not hard to bury bombs, the problem is where did the bombs come from?"

"This street has over a hundred businesses, how many bombs did Sister Qing make, do we have enough materials in our camp?"

Enough?

If you don’t count the Ascension Original Liquid in Zhang Su’s possession, then certainly not...

But lying costs nothing.

Only Yuwen and Yu Qing, who were in the same vehicle, knew the truth of this matter.

While the fifteen members of the Survivor Alliance urgently discussed countermeasures, Yuwen was also in contact with Zhang Su via walkie-talkie, resulting in the earlier explosion!

"We surrender our weapons. Brothers of the Yama Corps, please don’t act rashly. We are all friends; humans are united!"

After a moment of silence, a strange voice sounded from another shop, filled with panic.

Just by talking, it’s hard to make desperadoes in this post-apocalyptic world surrender; you need some intensity and methods. Five people lined up appearing at the window, members of the Apocalypse Corps.

They raised their hands high, half of their bodies out the window, trying to make it clear they were indeed unarmed while glancing at the direction of the explosion...

One look and their hearts raced even faster. The storefront in ruins, bricks scattered on the curb, flew five or six meters away, imagining themselves being blown to pieces, turning into human puzzle pieces!

The Apocalypse Corps people didn’t know where the bomb was buried, chaotic and unable to check, nor dared to question its authenticity like the Survivor Alliance. That would be gambling with their own lives; the other side had already given enough time and opportunity, they needed to seize it!

Awooo, awu.

As the Apocalypse Corps members surrendered, zombie howls echoed from the street entrance. There weren’t many, seven or eight blurry shadows twisting towards the convoy under the cover of night, unclear whether they had been attracted by the car horns or the explosion earlier.

Pop, pop, pop...

Flames flickered from a car window, and with each sound, a zombie fell. The precision in marksmanship, the rhythmic flair left the five surrendering and the ten hesitating in awe!

Among these people, three were the most sensitive: Wu Baokang, Wu Daqiang, and Xiaotiao.

As the captain of the Guard Team, Wu Baokang was incredibly competent; his unique life experiences endowed him with extraordinary firearm skills, rarely displayed within the Alliance, known only to a select few.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the fun while experts see the outcome. A hundred meters away in the dark night, illuminated only by flashlight, a rifle hitting the head with every shot—what level is this?

A bona fide sniper!

The bombs exploding at will, the infallible marksman, and the leader King Yama, who could silently eliminate three from the Little Eagle Association—only heaven knows what else these people might pull!

Considering the Yama Corps’ title, Wu Baokang felt a chill, indeed feeling like stepping through the Ghost Gate.